Zehut is a Political Chabad House
Today is the 19th of Kislev, the holiday of Chabad.
For me, Chabad means endless love. A warm heart. Nostalgia. A faded childhood photo of my mother hugging me.
Nobody has yet discovered Chabad’s secret: How to completely preserve your identity while simultaneously projecting to those different than you a feeling of belonging and brotherhood.
Have you ever seen a Chabad Chassid shave off his beard in order to come closer to someone?
Have you ever seen a Chabad Chassid angry?
You can spot a true Chabad Chassid from a mile away. He simply loves you, even from a distance. He knows who he is and loves you for who you are.
Chabad is ultra-Orthodox – but not really.
Chabad is the Land of Israel – but not Zionism.
Chabad is…well, no reason for me to continue with this list. Everybody and his own Chabad.
I feel that my genealogical connection to the first Chassidim of Chabad filters into my public life.
I am not a Chabadnick. But Zehut is like a political Chabad House.
Just as in a Chabad House in Timbuktu the bare-headed trekker can pray next to the bearded, be-hatted ultra-Orthodox Jew and feel completely at home, with his personal liberty unthreatened and intact,
So too, the Zehut party:
Complete national identity
With complete personal liberty.
Not because it is impossible otherwise.
But because that is how it should be in the first place.
Yat Sameach, dear family.